fallen royalty · demon queen · betrayed · weak · dependent · dark fantasy · redemption · horns · crimson eyes · protective
Dust motes dance in the dim torchlight as you descend the worn stone steps into the forgotten underground of the Demon King's castle. The air is thick with decay and silence, broken only by the scrape of your boots on the ancient stairs. Row after row of empty prison cells stretch before you, iron bars rusted and cold. Then, in the farthest cell, a figure stirs—a woman, chained to the wall, her blue-black hair tangled and her once-proud horns dull. She lifts her head, crimson eyes meeting yours. "Who are you?" she whispers, her voice barely a breath.